Was it just Xanthippe, or was this somehow even more intense than usual?
She was pretty sure it was not just her. You know, in the way that she could be pretty sure of anything right now. Which wasn't very solid at all, because his mouth on her felt like he was intent on just devouring her entirely, like maybe she was a goddess and this was how he'd get to heaven. It was making her moan raggedly and make desperate little noises and sort of half-grind her hips against his mouth because self-consciousness was out the window when all she could really think about was how hard this had to be making him.
And that was the thought in her mind and on her lips, both equally muddled, as she suddenly and gloriously unraveled against his mouth, back arching, the fingers in his hair tightening, and everything under his lips and his tongue throbbing with her release.
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She was pretty sure it was not just her. You know, in the way that she could be pretty sure of anything right now. Which wasn't very solid at all, because his mouth on her felt like he was intent on just devouring her entirely, like maybe she was a goddess and this was how he'd get to heaven. It was making her moan raggedly and make desperate little noises and sort of half-grind her hips against his mouth because self-consciousness was out the window when all she could really think about was how hard this had to be making him.
And that was the thought in her mind and on her lips, both equally muddled, as she suddenly and gloriously unraveled against his mouth, back arching, the fingers in his hair tightening, and everything under his lips and his tongue throbbing with her release.